Owen is half a year old today. This has easily been the longest 6 months of my life. I can barely remember a time without him. I was reorganizing all of his old clothes yesterday in the storage room and I just couldn’t believe that he was ever so small. He’s tripled his birth weight already. My dad got him a bunch (and by a bunch, I mean about 10,000) outfits, all sized 18 months and 2T. The 18 month ones are a couple of inches too long still, the 2T are huge. But I suppose he will grow into those eventually and, possibly another 6 months from now, I will be folding up the clothes he’s currently wearing for storage.

I think my favorite milestone to date is his laugh. I mean the first time he smiled at me was heart melting, but the laugh…! I’ll do almost anything to hear it. And almost better than me making him laugh is when he cracks himself up. He was doing that just now as I put him down for a nap. I wasn’t doing anything even slightly amusing, he was just writhing back and forth and giggling to himself about who knows what.

I think we’ll really have to get down to business about childproofing now. I know I’ve been saying that for a year now. But sometime soon, Owen might actually be mobile!